Blackmailing a MILF wife into cheating - Part 2

After a shower and change of clothes I headed down to the patio bar/restaurant for dinner. I couldn’t believe my luck when I was sat at a small table next to a group of eight. Usually I’d have been annoyed by the noise, but this time something was different - SHE was there.

I quietly ate my dinner as they finished there’s. At an opportune moment I leaned in and asked: “Sorry to interrupt, but you seem to know your way around here. Can I ask you something?”

That was all it took to be invited to join them. I was going to enjoy this game!

As we chatted and drank people got up, moved seats and each time I edged closed to HER. It didn’t take long to be introduced…she was Caroline - Oh Sweet Caroline - I couldn’t have scripted it.

A few drinks later and we were all the best of friends, we swapped numbers, Instagram accounts and made plans to hang out - I was even invited to play tennis…and politely declined.

Caroline looked impeccable. A tight red dress hung perfectly from every inch of her figure, ending a few inches down her thighs. Her tall heels accentuated her toned legs and the off the shoulder dress showed those tantallsing tan lines once more.

Nobody knew I had seen what was beneath but me which made me hard as a rock and I could nearly smell her deliciousness once again.

Finally Caroline was alone as others went to the bathroom, to bed or got drinks. Now was my time! We talked casually and I tried to subtly suggest we spend some more time together while her husband played tennis with his friends. Her piercing blue eyes captivated me and it was clear she was enjoying the attention.

Leaning closer I whispered: “I know you Caroline,” my warm breath wafting across her ear.

“Oh you do?” she replied definitely, “What do you know about me - we just met.” Her eyes no longer warm but mildly irritated.

“I know your husband doesn’t given you the attention you deserve…” as I placed my hand on her thigh.

Instantly batting my advances away she said: “Let me stop you there! I’m happily married…” and her eyes softened again, “if I wasn’t then maybe you’d get a shot” as she smiled kindly, yet I knew she was simply letting me down.

Slightly dejected I decided to change tack.

“But weren’t you feeling “fucking horny” earlier,” I asked innocently.

The colour drained from her face as she began to stammer: “What do you…you..err…mean?”

Leaning even closer my lips practically brushing against her ear I whispered ever so softly: “I watched you…”

Time seemed to stand still as she looked at me, my hand returned to her thigh and this time was accepted.

“You..you…watch… watched me?” she asked, still trying to comprehend what I was saying.

“Oh yes - you were so fucking hot!” I replied, as her face burned red, while my hand slid towards that hemline. “Do you want to see?”

As if her day couldn’t get any worse it just had! Her whole body seemed to shrink as I pulled out the video. Seconds into watching she pushed my phone down and glowered at me.

As if by magic her husband showed up!

“What’s going on?” he asked innocently.

Savouring the moment I smiled at Caroline before replying: “I was just showing your wife this crazy video I took earlier today.”

Her face was priceless as I showed my phone to her husband - Caroline was paralysed - but her husband laughed before heading back to his friends.

“What the FUCK!” she begged.

“Don’t worry, I showed him another video.”

She was palpably fuming by this point.

“So what do you want?”

I let her question hang awkwardly in the air for a moment.

“Come on, you know what I want…I want you?”

“Or what! You’ll show my husband a pervy video of me wanking? So fucking what, just show’s you’re a pervert!”

She still hadn’t understood.

“Oh I’m sure he’d be angry at me. But…I imagine your friends, your co-workers, your children would just love to see that video on Instagram? Nobody will have anything to say about it, right?”

Her face said it all and I watched as acceptance dawned on her. It took a while but finally she looked at me again.

“So what? You’ll delete the video if I what? If I..fuck you?”

Chuckling, I shook my head: “Anyone could fuck you. What I want is you. The one from that video. The sensual being just yearning to cum and not giving a single fuck about anything else.”

She stayed silent as she absorbed the situation she was now in and I chose to leave her be.

Giving her a quick kiss on the cheek I added: “Nearly forgot…your bikini smelled so fucking good I couldn’t help cum in it.”

Again her head snapped towards me in panic.

“It would be a shame if it miraculously turned up on your balcony crusted in both our juices…” I teased as I headed back to my room.

As I lay in bed stroking myself, watching that incredible video yet again I couldn’t help but smile as I heard Caroline searching her balcony for her missing bikini. I barely heard the quiet “fuck” she muttered before I fell asleep.

Waking in the morning I showered and dressed. From last night I knew Caroline was being abandoned again today so intended to seek her out. Instead a knock at the door disturbed me. Assuming it was room service, I opened it.

I was greeted by Caroline, dressed in a hotel robe, sandals and complete with a large bag ready for a day by the pool. I was about to greet her when she pushed past me straight into my room.

“So what? I suck your cock or you fuck me and then you’ll delete the video?” she accused.

“You’re thinking about this all wrong. I’m not forcing you to fuck me, I’m offering you an opportunity,” I replied, with a smile.

“A fucking opportunity! I fuck you or you show the world my most personal moments! That’s not an opportunity…that’s blackmail!” She nearly screamed at me. But fuck Caroline was sexy when she was mad - I’d remember that.

Shaking my head I said calmly: “I just want to see what I witnessed yesterday but with my cock inside you,”. “You were the hottest thing I have ever seen - and I doubt hubby has even seen that.”

“Think of it this way, you get to cheat on your husband without having to feel guilty - what choice do you have - and all I want is to see that inner you again.”

It took a few moments but something seemed to change in Caroline. Not a mere acceptance but a desire - maybe she REALLY was unsatisfied at home?

Slowly approaching, her blue eyes transfixed me. Finally her fingers touched my chest, sending sparks racing around my body. Toying with my shirt’s buttons she coyly asked: “So what do I have to do?” as she barely kissed my neck.

She knew what was doing and she was relishing every moment of this - as was I.

“You don’t HAVE to do anything, but you CAN do whatever will make you cum like yesterday,” I replied, her soft lips brushing against my neck once again.

She drew her lips towards mine, never more than millimetres from my yearning skin until our lips brushed almost imperceptibly. Her eyes bore into mine like lasers as she whispered: “You can’t kiss my lips…or cum inside me…”

I nodded knowing I was in for something incredible.

Pushing me away slightly, towards the bed, Caroline sensually undid her robe - teasing it away from her shoulders like Marilyn Monroe singing Happy Birthday. Finally she let it fall and I couldn’t believe my eyes! I’d expected another swimsuit but I was oh so wrong. Slyly cocking one hip to the side Caroline stood proudly in front of me and I could not have asked for more.

A black lacy balconette bra showcased her ripe tits, a high suspender belt with sheer stockings hovered enticingly just bellow her belly button. My eyes could barely take it in as I glanced down to a sheer low rise thong, its lacy panels leaving nothing to the imagination.

She looked out of this world…and she knew it. She savoured the awestruck look on my face as she undid my shirt, pushing it from my shoulders as she lightly licked my neck. Slowly her hands reached for my shorts and in and instant they were falling to the floor.

“Let’s see what you’re bringing to the party,” she whispered.

My quickly-swelling dick pushed against my boxers before her hand even touched it and suddenly she was yanking my underwear down, allowing me to spring free.

A sudden shove pushed me towards the bed but still standing as Caroline smiled: “I can work with that…” taking in my semi-hard dick in her firm grip. I’d never had complaints about my dick, 7” and nicely wide with a thick vein snaking its way along my shaft but was delighted she approved.

Standing in front of the bed I couldn’t believe the view in front of me. She casually brushed her blonde hair behind her ear before grabbing my cock - my whole body shuddered. Slowly she stroked it and then her eyes met mine as she smiled.

I stared, awestruck as those sensuous lips - that would never kiss mine - engulfed me into her welcoming, warm mouth.

Her tongue teased around my entire head without breaking eye contact, tugging my foreskin back making me swell with every movement, while her hand explored my balls. Tantalisingly her fingers danced across my smooth shaven skin while her tongue and lips tortured my head.

In seconds I was hard as rock, my foreskin pulled back on its own as the purple head throbbed and twitched.

“Oh that feels so good,” I muttered.

Taking her time Caroline licked and sucked the tip, before lifting my dick against my stomach. Licking slowly down the shaft she finally reached my smooth balls. Her tongue teased and tickled as she explored every inch until she sucked one testicle into her mouth! The soft warmness felt incredible as she rolled it, licked it and tugged it lightly.

Back to my now raging hard cock she returned. A cheeky lick all around the head led to her taking as much of me as she could. Slowly, deliberately she guided my throbbing dick deep into her mouth. At first open and warm, with her incredible tongue working its magic but then she went further.

Sucking me in she simply kept going. Inch, by inch she swallowed me until I felt the back of her mouth. Gradually she pulled back, sliding my soaked cock from her mouth. A single small trickle of spittle hung from her lips to my tip as she caught her breath.

Within moments she was back on it, inhaling my desperate dick. This time the back of her mouth didn’t hold her back - on she pressed and I couldn’t believe it as her throat opened and the last inch and a bit slid in.

As my body juddered I could feel every inch of her throat gripping me hard. Her chin rested lightly on my balls as she seemed to hum against me. Even with her nose pressed into my short pubes I could see those piercing blue eyes straining to make eye-contact and I savoured every second.

Disappointingly soon I felt her begin try to pull back, holding her cheeks I held her in place. As my cock pulsated in her throat and she was desperate for air I asked: “Now you’re going to be a good girl for me aren’t you.”

Despite my dick lodged in her throat Caroline nodded gently as the panic in her eyes rose. I needed her to know who was in charge. Still buried in her throat I lightly slapped her cheek. As her skin flushed she stared my way and I gazed into those rich blue eyes…

“A very good girl right?”

This time she nodded, and those eyes told me what I needed to know...

Part 3 coming tomorrow